Let's face it: Yan is the bitch of this relationship. He cooks, he cleans, he fetches the mail, he does the laundry, he scrubs the mold out of the toilet. Now, don't get me wrong, Mer is totally capable of doing these things (except maybe that bit about scrubbing mold because ew). It's just that when Mer does cook, he burns everything. When he cleans, it's not up to Yan's standards. When he does the laundry, he mixes the reds and the whites and the blacks and makes Yan's underwear pink.

So Yan takes it upon himself to do all of these domestic duties. It was while he was doing one of these duties (folding and separating the laundry) when Mer decided to be just a bit more than a lazy asshole. He was coming in from a run, and he just happened to have his keys on him. So, being a totally nice guy, he got the mail. On his way up to the room, he was sorting through the letters, when he came across one addressed to a "Taffy Yale." Now, who on earth could that be?

"Hey, man, I think we got someone else's mail. Do you know a… Taffy?" Mer spoke calmly as he entered, but Yan's normal tenseness increased tenfold. "Woah, there's like three things addressed to him… A couple of bills, and… Is this from an Air Temple?"

Yan stood up, face flushed with anger, and tried to snatch the letters from Mer's hands. "Shut the fuck up and let me see those." He reached up, but Mer raised the letters out of the shorter kid's reach.

Then Mer, knowing his roommate so well, realized the reasons for that red face, the rage halo, the attempted snatching of letters. "Dude, your name is Taffy?" He erupted in laughter, making sure to keep the letters out of Yan's reach. "Dude, were they high when they named you? Like, woah, man. Taffy. Taaaafffy."

"Just shut the fuck up and don't mention this to anyone." Yan made a jump and got his mail. "I fucking hate you."

Silence reigned for a few moments, then Mer opened that trap of his and started vomiting words out of it. Yan tried (mostly unsuccessfully) to continue normally. "Can I call you Saltwater?"

"No."

"…Taff?"

"No."

"Taffman?"

"No."

"Taffy duck?"

"Hell no! Now leave me alone, Christ!"

"Okay, Taffy."

Mer felt he didn't quite deserve the shoe that landed on his face.

(About a week later, Mer climbed towards Yan's bed and whispered in his ear. "Taffy duuuuuuck~" Yan did not appreciate it).